Connecticut western news., 1887-01-05

Verona.
 "Ycs, it is l." assured firm, cheerful voice. 'I knew you would forget your umbrella"
 "Yesterday's wind turned it inside out and split the gingham into rlbbons," said Miss Verona, laughing, as she hurried along by the side of her cousin, Paul Rothermc!. "Well, at all events, it was thoughtful of you to come for me, Paul. But you arc always thoughtful"
 Paul did not answer it; it was his way to be silent and abstractcd.
 "Well, what luck have you had at the printing-house to-day9" asked Miss Verona.
 ''The best of luck" he answered. "Thcy have decided to accept my in vention, and put it Into immediate use on every press in tho place. am to have five thousand dollars down, and three thousand year royalty on my patent as long as they use it--which, if it don't turn out a poorer thing than believe will be forever and cver."
 "Oh, Paulr cried Verona, breath lcssly.
 'I am very glad of this, Nary" he said. ''Do you know why?"
 'I can guess"
 s'No, I don't believe you can quite guess" he said gently. 'It is because this has prompted me to speak out what has long been on my mind-to ask you, Mary, to be my wife. You arc ono of the women, dear, who should be a born princess, instead of a cashier, drudging all day long behind desk. l want to put you on your throne again."
 Dear Paul v she whispered softly, and just for the fraction of moment her little black straw bonnet crushed it's cluster of scarlet peoples against his waterproof shoulder" "only put me on the throne of your heart and keep me there, and that is all I want. As for my kingdom, why, Iornblowcr Hall"
 'What about Hornblower Hall 2"
 "Pcrhaps one day we may be rich enough to buy it back. Not just yet, Paul; we arc only beginning the world as yet; but son.c day."
 "Hornblowcr Hall then be it." said Pau, in his dreamy, far-off way. "Su. . pose, Mary, that you and I and the mother make holiday of tomorrow, and go up an see what this imaginary place is like"
 ''But it isn't imaginary, and l wouldn't for the world have the heir suppose that we arc prying about tLc premises that are lawfully his"
 "Oh, hang tho fellowl" s,id Paul. q suppose he eal't forbid us the privilege of looking at Hornblowcr Hall, can he2''
 Paul Rothcrmel had his way. He al ways did have his way, ill soft, i'm perturbable fashion, which you never fully comprehendcd until it had gotten the better of you past all recovery. They took the train the next morning all three of them-Paul having sent { note of apology and explanation to tn proprietor of the empty cashiers chair and went up to Westport, whcrc { depot carriage took them to the shore of the sound, whero the salt waves wer' curling in fcamy fringes to tho yer. foundations of Hornblowcr Hall.
 'Tsn't it a sweet old place2' criet Miss Verona. "Oh, how long to be herr once again-to be at home hercv's
 Ut isn't bad," said Paul, meditativel, surveying its gray-stone towers ant easements of stained glass, tho old sun dial at the south end of the house, ant the group of opposite the cedars.
 While old Mrs. Rothcrmel boldl ascended the flight of stone steps an, rang che bell.
 Out came Mir. Pepperton, tho lawyer smiling and lowing, like an amiabl Jack-in- the-b box.
 Happy to sec you, MT. Rothermel! 1! said he-''most happy, l am sure Would you be so kind as to step in yourself and these ladics2 I've ha fires lighted in all the rooms--a stone hous like this is apt 10 be damp if it ism kept we'll aircd--and lunch has been sen up from tho hotel in the village. Pra walk in, Miss Verona, your most obed ent! am exceedingly glad that yo have been able to arrive at q satis9actor arrangement with your cousin, the heir.
 My cousin, the heir! think, MT Peppcrton, that you must have gone o, of your mindr' said Mary, drawing he self up after most stately manner.
 But Paul Rothermel turned to h, with a smile.
 "IIis mind is all right, Mary" said h. 'I am your cousin, two or three tim removed, am l not2 As for being Il heir, that isn't my fault, isits The lav suit was begun before was born."
 "Paul, you have deceived mel" erie Mary, with flashing eyes.
 But the next instant they so!tened in
 liquid light; her color rose beneath h tender glance.
 "Havc l, denrest9' he said. slN when told you that loved you. 1A is the main thing, isn't it, dearest? V : were going to be happy without Horl blower Hall-cannot we be happier st
 oth it2"
 And Fanny l'ullan and Ella Hay car to the wedding and helped the bride /. joicc.
 "The story has ended exactly as
 ought to-" said Fanny-''as foretold
 would"